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My Night LightWhen I was a little girl, I used to be afraid of the dark. The monsters that emerged when all light sources were vanquished with the flip of a switch, terrified me as much as my creativity allowed.
I wasn't wanted by my parents so I ended up there. In a bed, alone in the dark, with my monsters, and no one to run to. I didn't have anyone I trusted to save me from my demons. So I cried in my bed, in the dark, alone. For years.
Then you came along. I didn't really trust you at the beginning, but either you grew on me, or I was getting soft. Probably both. You told me, that if I needed anything in the night, to come find you, and you wouldn't be angry.
But years of abusive made me cautious. I slept well when I was your child, because I knew I had someone to run to. Because I wasn't alone anymore. The darkness wasn't so scary anymore.
One night, I wasn't feeling very well, it woke me up to the darkness of my room which I stumbled out of to find my way to yours, I stared at the door. So man
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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